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Zangi pats Razorclaw's back and points at his tribe. "Take another look, pal. A good."

On the chef sides, there are young lizards helping hapily on the dishes of the adults. Other making one of those mischivious babes recipies that contain mud. On the carnivore side, the babes and the adults that had finished eating began to wipe away the blood on a nearby stream. The ones that keep eating, keep eating. Some young one were on the shoulders of adults, and the adults gave them flesh to eat. The grinned sweetly and wickedly at the same time as they willinglt ate the flesh from their claws. There seem to be a weird kind of harmony around the whole tribe.